Ta Dum
What could we do when you
Recorded a new scene
In my night
Went off to get the sheet music
Murmured to yourself all the way
Requested elation
Received promise
Turned that away
Came to your own denial
Transferred belief
To an equation
You could not solve
In the last row
Second seat from the door
With twenty minutes left
Before the next class
Wishing Malcolm X
Exonerated on the sidewalk
Below the window and we
Waiting for the rising shadows
To sleep?
poetry as flashback, intro 201, Les